KEYSER SOZE

[Verse]
You can call me a slasher how I’m headed to rack
Must have the Lakers in my wallet cause my pockets look like Shaq
You jack Atlanta just to go say that you slatt
You really wack, you a LIDS store with the cap
They parasitic they just latch and attach, huh
They get in wars then they call the dispatcher
They ain't get enough man in they plasma
Plugged in, I be listening, I’m adaptive
Your homies the first ones to cross you like they Catholic
Then they prey when it’s their turn like they Baptist
I don’t see her soul I just see ass and tits
Did what I had to then I go, I got bags to kiss
It’s her pleasure to bonded, sadomasochist
I just stay creating waves, and they chasing it
Frontin for the gram, tell em bout the payment missed
Expert at flavoring, I’m loving how they savour it
If I’m doing stealthy shit, I leave my trail paperless
She act sophisticated, but she fuck like a basic bitch
I’m bringing in way more dough than what the baker did
Split the whole bag with my team, not just an 8th of it